If not for being in the front of the whole class as well as maintaining her gyaru front, Chii would probably jump at me just like a certain koala. She stopped a step before reaching me and slightly bent her body forward, looking up at me with puppy eyes.
Seeing her like this, my hand moved on its own to pat her head. And upon feeling my hand on her head, the girl smiled beautifully as she relished the moment by grabbing that hand and moving it herself to ruffle her hair.
From the back, Fukuda, who looked like time stopped for him, was stuck staring at us with a stone-cold expression.
My girls, on the other hand, had varying reactions. Satsuki with her signature glare. Aya with her dreamy look as though she’s imagining herself in Chii’s place. Nami had her arms crossed as she smiled mean
